There are only two weeks out of the year where I miss Marty Schottenheimer, and those are the two weeks we play the Raiders.

Forget Sucking for Luck and all the turbulence that's characterized the season so far.

It's time to sack up, go into that crap hole, and pull their ankle bracelets through their collective throats. It's time to atone for last year's embarrassment at Arrowhead and the one that got away in their crib.

It's time to invoke the ghosts of Andre Rison on MNF, Marcus Allen, Larry Johnson plunging in with no time left, and Todd Marijuanavich.

Raiders fans are walking around like they're going to beat the piss out of us on Sunday. BS. Let's do this!